This dark grey slender bird
sits underneath a pot I just watered
waiting with it’s beak open for
each drop of nectar that drops from it
formed by the forces nature has adorned it with
that earthen pot filled to the brim
with sparkling water surrounded by sparrows
chirping morning gossip amongst themselves
holds no attraction for my little sweetheart
she simply follows her heart holding it in her open palm
she knows the wait embedded in her soul can carry her
she knows the universe around her will come to her rescue
she knows the thirst unquenched can even kill her
yet she knows she will conquer the quest
and will live forever……
